A church member known for his combative and contentious spirit, once confronted a dear old saint of God, attempting to argue.

When the old saint refused, he asked, “What’s the matter? Are you afraid?”

“Let me tell you a story,” was the aged saint’s reply, “and then you will understand my reason.”

She then said, “A skunk once challenged a lion to single combat. The lion promptly refused. ‘Are you afraid?’ demanded the skunk. ‘Very much so,’ said the lion, ‘for you would only gain fame by having the honor of fighting a lion, while everyone who would meet me during the next month would know that I had been in the company of a skunk!’”

Paul wrote to the believers at Corinth, “For it has been declared to me concerning you, my brethren, by those of Chloe’s household, that there are contentions among you” (1 Corinthians 1:11). The Greek word for “contentions” also describe battle in war. The Corinthian congregation was at war.

The following is a good lesson for those of us on life’s journey:

“Why didn’t you tell her she was taking more than her share of room, and encroaching upon your rights?”

This question was asked of a young girl, who was merrily describing an old woman who had taken a seat beside her in a crowded railway car, cramming a bird cage, a basket of apples, and various bundles and packages into the small space.

“It wasn’t worthwhile to argue about it; we had such a little way to go together,” was the girl’s reply.

  “The more arguments you win, the fewer friends you have.”